When I saw him again, my heart was full of sadness. Maybe this is called the passage of time.
I want to calm my heart down and make it think that this is a barely good memory, and make it think that the person opposite is just a friend. But no matter how much I pretend, I can't resist a simple greeting from that person. I almost cry just by saying a word. How can I respond to his "How are you doing?" With a smile.
I turned around and tried to pretend I didn't see it, but I couldn't help but feel disgusted by the attempt to conceal it.
However, it backfired, and what was even more embarrassing was that I was shaking uncontrollably when he held me.